And get the prize, and respect you kids cant get
Now i don’t know if you was trying to check
Killin mother fuckers like as if in the end i get a prize
Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs
And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow
You make zimmerman and sterling look like noble peace prize winners yo
Shoot me like a rabbit, head in the prize cabinet
Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit
Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys
Where my idol lays resting in peace
And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys
And see that she is the real #1 prize
You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice
Winning ain't all i want, his demise is my prize
Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice
Hands start to quake, breath shakes as im moving in for my prize
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